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deanena tierney Feb 2012
the first sunbeam of a fortnight
brushes fleeting on thy face
transforming all the hopelessness
to a fresher state of grace
and for a fortnight of it's own
hoards pleasure with no pain
until grace without enough regard
dies to hopelessness again
deanena tierney Nov 2016
Ah! To let you believe I became your victim
Theres no better reward for me
I chose and took your soul ...you fool
Too ignorant to see
I don't allow a glimpse within
Despite you thinking so
How bored I have become again
With all the status quo
With all the base humane of weak
Of all the stupid fare
Even now I dumb this down
Just so that I can share
Oh have you met the devil?
I guarantee that you have not.
He sends me presdisposing
Of all unworthy lot.
deanena tierney Feb 2010
My eyelids
Felt so weighted.
And in the dim light
Of your bedroom,
They closed,
For just a moment,
And then....

I felt your breath,
Warm and humid
Against my temple,
Ever so slightly
Moving a few hairs
That rested there.
Your hand ,
Coarse,  
Snaked around my hip
And pulled me
Closer.
You planted a
Hard
Lingering
Kiss
On my forehead,
And I felt...
Adored,
Endeared,
Excited.
I knew that this meeting of our bodies
Which was about to take place,
Was something more.
More than it had been in the past.
There was emotion!
A yearning,
An unrelenting need ,
To feel me,
And know me,
And make it known
That I
Was in your heart.
And my heart
Swelled,
Almost pained
From the fullness,
Like that which I had only known
One other time in my life.......

In A Dream.
deanena tierney Dec 2023
Let me live no longer than
The last leaf left to fall
No longer than the songbird
Who still has a mate to call
Not a minute past the wordsmith
Who can no longer write for ill
No please take me well before
The heart runs out of thrill
Let me live no longer than
The second-to-last bell ringing
No longer than a perfect soul
Decides to give up its own singing
Not a moment past the revelation
There are some we can not save
Let me know nothing of hope's demise
Before I hit the grave.
Come sooner than all the loss ahead
It be so unfortunate to wait
Take me now my dearest Lord
Just as love turns into hate.
Before the winter brings a chill
And a furrow sets the brow
Realizing it was all for naught
Take me soon, God, take me now!
deanena tierney Jul 2010
Oh my sweet, sweet gentleman,
Who has taught me how to love.
I decided I will run away with you,
And share the stars above.

I thought so very long and hard,
Of the decision I should make.
And realized if I went to Sussex,
It would be a huge mistake.

So I waited until after dusk,
And packed a few small things.
And then I planned that I would leave,
When I heard the church bell rings.

And when they did I tiptoed,
Down the corridor and to the street.
Where there stood my trusted friend,
Who had arranged with me to meet.

We traveled East to the harbor,
The steamer was not hard to miss.
And anxiously I hurried along,
To greet you with a kiss.

Conspicuously I wandered about,
Until I found cabin two- eleven.
And then I pushed the door open a bit,
To steal a sight of heaven.

Instead I saw you lying there,
With a maiden much less fair,
I sauntered up, spit in your face,
And left your sorry *** there!
deanena tierney Aug 2013
You can paint me black now.
I'm in the shadow anyway.
And let my tears be evil,
My despair-your resolve.
Turn my sobbing
Into battle cries.
Go ahead, you know me
right?
deanena tierney Oct 2022
"Words once spoken," we have all heard
But what about the written word?
Much harsher when on paper set.
Eyes remember what ears forget.
For the reader may return at will
And they'll feel the heartbreak anew
No! The uttered word just can't compete
With what the mighty pen can do.  
The ink lays out a suffering
For years , for evermore
And the hearts of those who read them,
Must endure, endure, endure!
"Words once spoken," we have all heard.
But think upon that written word,
Before it's writ and on the paper set.
For the eyes remember what the ears forget.
deanena tierney Apr 2010
I am waiting patiently for the "feeling that they say",
Will strike me like a lightning rod and will not go away.
True love for the first time, ever , in all these years.
A soulmate made just for me, who'll quickly dry my tears.

Meeting you, I halted, feeling certain it would be.
For you have all the qualities I wish I had in me.
But it has been a while now and this "feeling that they say,"
Has eluded me once again, but,oh, how I wish to stay....

Here with you, even though, my knees don't often shake,
The comfort that you offer me, the peace from you I take,
Should I choose to sacrifice this "feeling that they say?"
So I can remain all settled with you for just another day?

Never having felt true love, my faith, is losing ground.
Banking all my hopes, on what others "say" the've found.
How much longer must I wait for this "feeling that they say?"
I want to feel it just with you, please take my breath away!
deanena tierney Dec 2010
She has eyes that see right through,
The heart that holds the bits of you,
The pieces that you now can't give,
With her goodbye, love ceased to live.
No genuine smile shows in your eyes,
Longing for her, while telling me lies,
Be true to yourself; be true to me,
Her face is the one that you wish to see,
Sitting right here, holding your hand,
But it's just me and I don't understand.
Just what is it that I don't possess,
Is it the way I laugh, the way I dress?
Don't lead me on, please don't pretend,
That I'm the one and there is no end,
I know that I'm being settled for,
And I just can't take it anymore,
You cry at night,.. I hear,.. I know,
But I'm hurting too, and I must go.
deanena tierney Apr 2023
In the very early mornings
My self will question me
And still I will lie
As if there is a listener
As if truth and fallacy
Will get so entangled
By the shared utterance
That neither will be distinguished
And so I lie to myself
As many do
Until the sun rises on the lawn.
deanena tierney May 2023
For what virtue does the mind proceed,
To urge a soul towards war?
Disarm it with a dreadful deed
And poison what is pure?
What reason ever may transpire?
What wisdom be learned here?
By turning a saint into a liar
And rational to fear?
As we know no value of a gold;
That never leaves our hand,
And only when a dream is sold,
Do we ever understand.  
As we only see one shade of white
Until another shade's beside,
And think almost nothing of the light,
Until we wish to hide.
So let the thoughtful lessons be
More knowledge for the wise,
The mind will claim its victory
As the soul meets its demise.
deanena tierney Dec 2010
The day, it was just beautiful; the sun was shining bright,
Until I saw a photograph..... that turned my day to night.
And once again truth is missing, once again I am unsure,
And I wish I'd never seen it, so I'd be happy like before.
But the funny thing with truth? the funny thing is this...
It always finds the little things, the little things I miss.
deanena tierney Oct 2010
I do not need your adage,
Nor your condescending look,
To make it seem so simple,
To give back what I took.
It's mine now, it belongs to me,
And I'll sacrifice no more,
And I won't accept the blame of Fate,
For leaving it at my door.
deanena tierney Dec 2010
Is it just coincidence,
That our paths crossed long ago?
So many others have entered here,
So many seem to come and go.

Tell me why you seem to stay,
And I just can't let go,
Is it because I stunted it?
Is it because I do not know...

Just what truly you are to me,
I'm so afraid to try and see,
Yet with every thought of never knowing,
Something dies inside of me.

I long to hear your genuine laugh,
And to see just how you smile,
And feel a certain thrill inside,
I haven't felt in quite a while.

So, selfishly I will make this plea,
"Please don't give up on me just yet."
Cos' I don't want to remember you as,
"The Greatest Love I Never Met."
deanena tierney Dec 2011
Your nothing's always good enough,
But my all just won't suffice.
Once you were a gift to me,
Now I'm your sacrifice.
Yet still I keep on loving you,
Despite inflicted pain,
Believing that maybe my every loss,
Might be your only gain.
That I might be the hoist you need,
At one time or another,
I'd stop my heart so yours could beat,
The instinct of a mother.
But I have recently come to learn,
You must scale your own wall,
And I must stand off to the side,
And just watch you as you fall.
And that's so very hard for me,
But it's the only way you'll grow,
You are going the wrong way again,
But I must let you go.
deanena tierney Aug 2022
Was the prize as grand as you dreamed?
Or not as beautiful as it seemed
From afar; As hope designed
To delude yet another feeble mind.
As distance adds hues to mortal sight.
And man teaches man that wrong is right.
Just as a scratch on a precious stone,
The value of it changes once it's known.
How noble a king until he is felled,
How low sinks the star that you once beheld.
Oh! The hope! But at once the gain....
Can never return to hope again!
deanena tierney May 2015
I really miss my Andy.
Perhaps not even the man anymore.
But the hope.
The inspiration I found upon meeting him.
Now I feel like I'm trying to find
a ghost most times
Or something to believe in
Or my way back home
Thinking back the years to the time I last remember
Breathing
Not just any breathing. Fresh deep air and full chest
Breathing
October winds, and conversations with dead people.
Living.
Photos of unmarked headstones in old graveyards
Living.
Each breath now is just that much closer to death.
I hope to find my Andy soon, the old one , a new one, doesn't matter I guess.
Any Andy to breathe the life back into my soul will do.
deanena tierney Oct 2011
The latest ***** ballad,
Is learned but in a day,
So natural is the melody,
That leads a soul astray.
The ensemble, ..it progresses,
A crescendo’s on the way,
Each man’s key is identical,
As if all were “born to play.”
And yet I still take note of,
A tune, less oft’; more true,
As rare as its own innocence,
And performed by very few.
A beat now out of rhythm,
A chord struck out in vain,
Spare my heart’s ear..that listens,
Fearing it won’t hear again.
deanena tierney Jul 2010
I have seen pictures of beautiful places,
They are just a taste.
Reminding me of how little I've done.
Is my life a waste?

I want to see the geysers,
In Yellowstone National Park.
And walk along the Eastern Shore,
With you after it gets dark.

And I know there is a snowboard,
That somewhere bears my name,
And I have always wanted to go,
To an NFL football game.

I hear that Ireland is beautiful,
What a sight to see.
And I know there is a rustic place.
Where I can write poetry.

I would like to go see Mardi Gras,
And maybe earn a bead or two.
Listen to a great acoustic band,
And sing a line or two.

Hop aboard an airplane
Grab the window seat.
Just drive to a distant city,
To see just who I'd meet.

Swim naked in the ocean,
Surf my way back in.
Make love really crazily,
And then do it again.

Fall in love with the right one,
Find a true soul-mate,
I wish I could do it all right now,
I don't want to wait.
deanena tierney Jan 2011
I have never seen a snow bank,
Nor have I ever flown,
To any distant place or time,
I have not always known.
Upon my inner eye I find,
Images in repeat,
Filled of where I long to be,
Yet can not move thy feet.
Every lonely meager wind,
Invokes impatient will,
Toward all I can't envision,
Yet my heart does thrill.
Soul will not be silent,
No rest at all abound,
Until it follow's distant call,
And it's home is found.
Why must every journey begin with a single step...rather than a giant leap?   Misunderstood yet again.
deanena tierney Apr 2024
How is it that the days get longer
Yet shorter be the years?
Just how does a very old memory
Bring about brand new tears?
Why do some things never dissipate;
Others? .....always vapor be?
How do we blindly move along,
And yet stall when we can see?
How dare the moon eclipse the sun,
When it's the sun that outs the moon?
Why does some sadness stay so long,
While joy always leaves too soon?
deanena tierney Jul 2010
I know that life is testing you, pushing you to the brink,
Stop struggling for just a moment, and take some time to think.
Is this burden within your power?, if not...just let it be.
Bear the weight with faith and know it will ease....... eventually.
It's never more than you can handle and know this too will pass.
Relief will arrive right on time, for God holds the hourglass.
deanena tierney Feb 2011
Will my final act be finished,
Or interrupted premature?
Will my soul ever reach fruition,
And just how can I be sure?

That all my tasks will be completed,
Before death claims my last?,
That every action's been performed,
Before my time has passed?

That every lesson has been learned,
That every due tear's been shed?
That every purpose that I hold,
Has been done before I'm dead?

That every seed has been planted,
And every harvest has been sown?
That every "thank you" has been spoken,
To the inspiring souls I've known?

That every word has been written,
That every wrong has been made right?
That I've become all I was meant to be,
Before I lose this mortal fight?

Will my final act be finished,
Or interrupted premature?
Will my soul ever reach fruition,
Just how can I be sure?
deanena tierney Jul 2010
My heart dropped quickly to my feet,
When I saw your post tonight.
I could not reach you fast enough,
To make sure you were alright.

I know there's something on your mind,
And when you're ready I am here.
If you choose to spill your heart out,
Or bite your tongue , my dear.

Either way I will be present,
And fully prepared to bear,
The heartache right along with you,
Because I truly care.

And though I can't be with you,
To try to bring you smiles,
You were sent a little black kitten,
Across many, many miles.

Try to remember when times seem bleak,
That we are connected in heart.
And what you feel I will also feel.
Even though we are far apart.
deanena tierney Nov 2010
You will never bridge the chasm
Or know the greatest depth
Of an unleashed soul's sole passion
Nor find what gives it breath
It's fed by an unknown catalyst,
That urges onward total war,
And loses it's very own battles,
Battles it's lost before.
And though you start with armor,
And resolve in your facade,
You will only descend halfway,
Then retrace the steps you trod.
But do not feel disheartened,
For you are not the first who's tried,
And failed upon this journey,
Who has turned to run and hide.
And the soul discoverer, rest assured,
He will find no treasure bin,
Just an ugly face and a twisted mind,
And a broken heart within.
deanena tierney Feb 2012
Where is the love that bears my name?
And whose name is on my heart, writ?
Which memory can't remember,
But the heart just won't forget.
'Tis my own soul which reminds me
of it, as if it were already known,
With constant, ceaseless searching,
For the love which bears my own.
deanena tierney Sep 2010
Give me your fact, your fiction.
And in a span so very brief,
I'll return them to you, inverted,
And laugh at your disbelief.

Give me all your foolish dreams.
And with effortless, mocking sighs,
I'll return them to you so twisted,
You just won't believe your eyes.
deanena tierney Aug 2010
Oh yes, you are the master.
The master of disguise.
Shielding dark deception,
Behind those honest eyes.
With your total mastery,
Making truth of lies.

And I am but a puppet,
Moved by your command,
Feeling false compassion,
When you hold my hand.
With your total mastery,
That I can't withstand.

Leading me to hopefulness,
Using words as bait.
Taking pleasure placing me,
In a delusional state.
With your total mastery,
Bad just feels so great.

Then with but a smirkish grin,
Never shown before,
You shattered me to pieces;
Left them on the floor.
With your total mastery,
I changed forevermore.

Now I offer many thanks,
Because upon review,
I am so much the wiser,
And self- protected too.
For with your total mastery,
I am now just like you.
deanena tierney Jun 2018
With a jaw tight as a vise
And eyes with pinprick beam
I swallow once unnoticed
Withdraw at every seam
No thought at all...a statue
No ears to longer hear
A focal point behind you
Is all that is still clear
A moment yet a lifetime
A drop without the fall
I breathe and walk right past you
As if you weren't there at all.
deanena tierney Mar 2010
This one I love,
I love with smiles.
He laughs with me.
We've walked the miles.

This one I love,
I love with rest.
His sturdy shoulders,
are the best.

This one I love,
Respect is due.
He gives great advice,
On what to do.

How can I choose just one of these loves?
When each has traits the others lack?
And the one I found with all of the above,
Sadly , does not love me back!
deanena tierney Nov 2011
I hear no more the heavy silence,
Of an empty room,
Nor stare into the utter blackness,
Of a long sealed tomb.
Nor feel the ****** of icy rain,
In a winters midst.
Not since the very moment,
That I was first kissed.
By waves of simple melody,
From lips that spoke so true.
And by sunbeams that were yielded,
From eyes of deepest blue,
And by love's wind that aided,
The hope to lift the mist,
To reveal the very moment,
That I was first kissed.
deanena tierney Nov 2010
When all the church bells cease to toll,
And the ocean tides no longer roll,
When not one beast utters mere a sound,
And no compassion can be found,
When the marching drummer fails to play,
And no beacon remains to show the way,
When every breeze becomes right still,
And each soul relents to his Master's will,
When the whole of man stops in place,
And stares out into empty space,
When earth meets sky;  no in-between,
Will be the moment all truth is seen.
deanena tierney Jul 2022
The tiny monsters used to come and play
In my backyard most every day
Controlled with just a stare.
Then little monsters started stopping by
A bit more evil in their eye
Controlled now with a glare.
But the bigger monsters, well they came at last
And I, with no more looks to cast,
Grabbed the nearest gun.
And without a thought of the fatal game
One quick finger and perfect aim
I killed all but one.
deanena tierney Dec 2010
You are my anam cara, my soul's friend.
Who knows me from beginning to end.
Your every word reaches out to me,
You see what the others can not see.
Who holds me close though far away,
And within your arms I hope to stay.


You're the warm slippers
I wear all the time,
The inspiration for almost
every rhyme,
The hot cup of cocoa,
that warms my hands,
The knowing look no one
else understands,
The old favorite song
I sing in my head,
The fluffy comforter
I have on my bed,
The view I see when
I'm on my swing,
The song that plays
when I can't sing,
The warmth on my face
from the great sun,
The quickened sleep
when the day is done,
The first one I want
to tell about my day,
The confident voice
when I just can't say.
The friendly hand
that calms my feet,
The reason my heart
still wants to beat.
The face I see sitting
there by me,
In dreams beneath
the poetry tree.
The one who reaches out
to break my fall,
Who hears every scream,
whisper, or call.


You are my anam cara, my soul's friend.
Who knows me from beginning to end.
Your every word reaches out to me,
You see what the others can not see.
Who holds me close though far away,
And within your arms I hope to stay.
To be continued..................
deanena tierney Jan 2023
I have traveled on Route 66
Where opportunists passed before
Been up and down State Route 1
Along the California shore
Made the trips along I-90
Back and forth, east to west
Drove a decade or more away
With very little rest.
Saw a giant freeway moon
And felt God on 89A
I got to all my destinations
And found myself along the way.
Been all around the country
It's in my blood to roam.
And no other place will ever do.
The highway is my home.
Just a quick one for the sexiest truck driver alive. :) in case he reads this.
deanena tierney Jul 2010
Pauper prophet stands amid nobility's raucious crowd.
Beckoned forth, mocked for faith, punishingly proud.

Beams are set, noose is hung, gallant dress is donned.
The noble man, on pedestal, is smugly looking on.

Trumpets hasten allotted time; judgement,error-free.
Noble man; mortal witness, of the paupers' eternity.
deanena tierney Jul 2010
God, please make your presence known,
Let your peace just fill my heart.
And relinquish all the pent up pain,
As I make a brand new start.

Take my weakened faith, O Lord,
And make it strong again.
Renew it and give it back to me,
Deeper than its ever been.

Guide me down the cobbled path,
So that I won't trip and fall.
For you have always been the only one,
Who could save me....after all.
deanena tierney Dec 2012
Do not believe you've broken me.
No pity needed here.
I can't even recall how long it's been,
Since I have shed a tear.
I will get up and move about,
Carry on with this life.
I've no need to be a beggar,
A forgiver or a wife.
I'm just as beautiful as ever,
No eyes be needed here.
And I'll be moving forward,
Forward with no fear.
But learn a lesson if you will,
That is so very true,
The only person broken here,
Sadly, dear, is you.
deanena tierney May 2024
The apple rising always higher
Proportionate to the desire
Not a mountain cliff
Or an eagles drift
Ever will or can conspire.....
The height to which a man will go
In pouring rain or lashing snow
No distance of sky
No bar set too high
To fuel a hearts true fire.
deanena tierney Dec 2010
Of all the ornaments, on the crowded tree,
The one, by far, that means the most to me,
Is the one that reminds me of a true friend,
Who has filled my heart and helped it mend.
For when my days were troubled,
And I was feeling so very lost,
He stayed by my side, even closer,
And never once counted the cost.
And with his help I am now able,
To be myself once again,
And there is love in place of where,
An empty hole had been.
And He did it because he wanted to,
No motive that I can see,
For being someone who gave it all,
Gave it all... just for me.
Of all the ornaments, on the crowded tree,
The one, by far, that means the most to me,
Is the one that reminds me of a true friend,
Who has filled my heart and helped it mend.
deanena tierney Jul 2022
Somewhere on the scale between life and death she existed.
Shallow breaths subdued her mind into grey.
Monotony grew off monotony; a numbed slumber.
Dulled senses had become nothing but fray.
Quiet soul with blurry eyes and a heart sedated; ...when
A mere breeze of a whisper, nudged her back towards life again.
deanena tierney Jul 2011
Nothing can or ever will outshine it,
No novel account, or theatre display,
Not even these words to do justice,
To your perfect passing day.

The stage was set, the actors there,
The director in full control,
Not a single thing was missing,
And each one knew their role.

The backward breathing clock,
Counted down as time stood still,
Alarming at the ticking hands,
Then stopped-by Gods own will.

All hands clasped; all prayers said,
And answered before thy call,
You peacefully slipped away from us,
And mortality took the fall.

The holy spirit - he lingered.
And massaged our hearts in hand.
To ease the pain of a perfect passing,
That was too perfect to understand.
Upon the death of my father, March 23rd, 2011.
deanena tierney Oct 2022
It's not yours to write
My story.
I was the only witness
To every second
So if it is to be written
It will be me.
I will search for the words
I will choose the music
The characters will be
As I knew them
Not as the world knew them
I will not embellish
To make it more interesting
It is beautiful enough.
deanena tierney Aug 2010
Of what can I control?
What depends on me?
Patient contemplation,
Makes it clear to see.

To toil with externals,
Is priceless time just spent,
Like staring at a clock, but still,
In awe of where the time went.

So let me deal internal.
To what is mine...let me give care.
Let my soul be self sufficient.
In spite of all which it must bear.

Let me be quiet and reflective;
A disciplined citadel.
Write and read and practice,
No passion trite compel.

And even aims that promise despair,
I'll usher right in...if needed to.
For it all leads to my freedom,
And my quest for what is true.
deanena tierney Aug 2023
So what the world tries to sell us in its neverending "catalog of lies," is that you...
Get what you give
Reap what you sow
Love always wins
Faith over fear etc., etc.
Well I am sorry to be the bearer of bad news friends but thats just *******.
I gave love and I got hate.
Reaped loyalty and sowed betrayal,
Love is always lost in the end,
And fear buries faith at a rate so fast it makes your head spin.
Buy the lies if you want to.
They are of poor quality and way overpriced.
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